JiNGled and JaNgLed

Late one warm Summer’s eve     
sleeping with windows open wide
I hear the soft melody
of distant wind chimes
        
Random notes gently cascade
beneath an audience of stars
in a unique symphony
co written with the oblivious breeze

So very symbolic
in a metaphoric way
that only would be
poet philosophers can appreciate

Fate is the wind

We are the music

At that very moment 
as I ponder this cosmic relationship
with a pillow over my head
I suddenly recall
how much I DESPISE wind chimes
determined to mess with my sleep